15. Not This Time #2
Her pussy was the perfect combination of tight and wet.
He’d been a good boy for months, so he knew a release wasn’t far, but he was determined to give hers first. Coast was pregnant as hell, throwing the pussy back and matching his deep thrusts until her walls collapsed around his dick when she reached her peak.
“Fuck!” Mozzi groaned, slowing down so he could watch her coat his dick with her sweetness.
Grabbing her ass in both hands, he hit her with deep, long strokes until her eyes rolled.
Mozzi turned her on her side so he could hit it from a different angle before Coast got on all fours, face down, ass up.
Enjoying the view, he gave her ass a slap that echoed off the bedroom walls and plowed into her mercilessly.
Coast wound her hips, throwing the pussy left and right, taking Mozzi as deep as he could go inside her, and the nigga was big. Watching her ass wiggle set him off.
“You trying to get pregnant again, baby?” His fingers dug into her soft skin while stroking her in circles and tapping at the bottom of her well.
“Shit, I’m about to cum!” Coast screamed, clawing at the sheets.
“Me too.” Mozzi grunted and emptied the clip inside her.
Lightheaded, he slipped out, draped himself over her back, and met her for a sloppy, nasty kiss.
Her tongue swirled in his mouth and Mozzi cuffed her chin.
His dick was on go, ready for another round.
Throwing himself on the bed on his back, he caught his breath, and Coast climbed on top of him.
She stroked his chest before creeping down his legs to greet his dick.
Lifting it to an upright position, she kissed the tip before her tongue swiped along each side, before deep throating every inch.
Mozzi’s ass clenched against the bed, and his toes curled.
Coast would suck and slurp then pop him out and kiss and suck along the side before swallowing his balls and licking along his scrotum until she was back at his thick mushroom head.
Swirling her tongue along the tip, she looked him in the eye, and Mozzi nearly took his bottom lip off he was biting down so hard.
She didn’t want him to blast off yet, so she straddled him right above his dick before easing slowly onto his pole.
Bracing herself against his shoulders, Coast rode him in a gradual wave at first, allowing her walls to pulsate as she made her way to her next climax.
“Mmm,” she whimpered when his hands landed on her ass, guiding her on his pole with his lip stuck between his teeth.
Grabbing his face between both hands, she fed him her tongue and rode him until the only sound was their moans and his thighs slapping against her ass every time he pushed into her.
One thing was for certain; she wasn’t letting pregnancy stop her from busting that shit open all night.
The crisp air from the beach blew into their room through the open sliding doors, and Coast eventually drifted off, tangled in the sheets with her new husband.
A couple of weeks later…
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, threatening a storm.
The Blackmoor house was quiet. A little too quiet for Ayla’s liking.
It gave her too much time to think. Standing in the kitchen, hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long gone cold, she stared out the French doors at the yard covered in fresh snow.
She hadn’t taken a sip in minutes. The doctor confirmed a little over a week ago that she had what was known as a cryptic pregnancy.
According to her, it occurred in roughly one in 475 to one in 2,500 pregnancies.
Ayla just so happened to be the lucky one.
Heavy footsteps started in her direction. Kong. Or it was her imagination. Stopping in the doorway, he watched her staring out like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“You’re up late.”
His deep baritone startled her, and she almost dropped her mug. She glimpsed him over her shoulder. Silence settled between them. Kong was so handsome. His rich roux toned skin and those sharpened oval shaped eyes always stared at her like she was the only thing he saw.
“Couldn’t sleep.” She looked him over in his navy joggers, white t-shirt and matching zip hoodie.
On his feet were a pair of navy and white Nike Vapormaxes as he padded in her direction.
“Me neither.” She’d turned her attention away from him, but something was off.
He could feel it as she hugged the mug closer to her chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“What are you doing here?” she asked, exhaling slowly.
“I was lying there, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t seen you since the Hawaii trip, and you spent most of it in your room.”
“Were you lying there with your wife?” Ayla faced him, eyes glistening, skin glowing.
With no makeup, and a touch of gloss on her plump lips, she was gorgeous.
“Ayla.”
Her eyes shut briefly. The way her name rolled off his lips always did something to her.
“It’s a legitimate question, Kostner. Were you lying next to your wife when I crossed your mind?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m sorry, is this too invasive for you?” She moved toward the counter and set her mug down. “I stayed in my room because there isn’t anything to say. You made that clear when you married another woman.”
“I’ve been thinking. About us.”
“What about us?” She straightened up where she stood and gave him her undivided attention.
There were no smiles or good vibes between them right now. Ayla was fed up. She studied him. He was the one who started creating the distance between them. Little did she know, it took major restraint to be around her and not want to be attached to her like Velcro.
“I don’t want you to think you did anything wrong.”
“You know what I think? I think you don’t even love Nayelli. You married her out of some kind of obligation or because you felt bad for her, but it’s clear you’re not happy.”
“My happiness doesn’t matter.”
“No?” Ayla quipped, tilting her head.
“This between us can’t go anywhere. You know that.”
“No, I don’t.” Ayla shook her head.
Frustration flickered under the surface of his dark gaze resting on her. She was being stubborn, and while he normally found it attractive, tonight wasn’t the moment for that.
“Ayla—”
“No!” She cut him off, her voice still soft, but firmer now. “You don’t get to decide that by yourself. Not after the way you touched me and held me. The way you took your time inside me.”
His jaw tightened, and his gaze drifted to the countertop.
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what?” Ayla threw her hands up.
“From me.”
His answer hung between them like a wall, but Ayla refused to let him cop out. She took a step closer.
“Why do you get to choose what I can handle?” The soft fragrance from her body mist struck his nose, sending the blood right to his dick.
“You don’t understand everything that comes with me.” Kong lowered his tone. “Being with me puts an automatic target on your back.”
Now they stood toe to toe, and something in the air shifted.
Familiar, borderline dangerous. Tension now hovered there.
Kong searched Ayla’s face and noticed how her hand brushed over her stomach in the big t-shirt she opted to sleep in tonight.
Clearing her throat, Ayla took a step back, breaking the moment.
She almost confessed. The words rose in her chest but never came from her mouth.
“Then stop coming around, looking at me like that, and talking to me, Kong! It’s not right! Maybe I need to leave this house and this job and put some distance between us because you’re clearly on some bullshit!”
“You’re not going anywhere. I need to be able to check on you.” He got in her face, his voice nothing but a low growl now.
“You don’t get that privilege! Stay the hell away from me!” She dumped the last of her tea in the sink and stomped off toward her room.
Kong remained in the kitchen, grabbing himself a shot to take the edge off. Twirling his glass and leaning against the counter, he listened when he heard a door close, then her footsteps walking toward the front of the house. The door closed quietly up front and then a car engine started,
Ayla had a craving for one of the Shack’s snack wraps and they were still open for at least a few more hours.
She turned the music on blast, and Tamia was singing the hell out of a rendition of “Love me In a Special Way.” She tapped the gas and pulled off right after spotting Kong in the doorway with his phone to his ear.
His name lit up her phone seconds later as Don’t Talk To Him.
In six months, she still hadn’t deleted the text thread they had going for that short-lived moment in time.
Sending him to voicemail, she sped forward to the iron gate where security allowed her to exit.
Something about the rain tonight had also stirred something in her. She’d been unsettled for days.
Arriving in the Snack Shack parking lot, she whipped her car into a spot and parked. It was packed tonight, even with the incoming reports of storms. Her phone went off again. Kong. Scoffing, she shook her head. If she didn’t answer, he was going to keep calling.
“What, Kong!”
“Take some of that out ya voice, Lala. I will fuck you up.” Kong grunted. “Where you at? Ember said you took off too fast.”
“Because I don’t need you or anybody else looking out for me! I’m very much grown. You got a whole wife at home, probably wondering where the hell you are. Why do you keep doing this?” Eyes filling to the brim with tears, she listened to make sure he was still there.
The line was quiet, but time was still moving.